The day starts, and I get out of bed in my pajamas, Clarice next to me, and the kids off to school or whatever they’re doing then. I get up and brush my teeth and make a cup of coffee on pourover. Then I walk over to the vinyls and put something on as I enjoy the morning coffee. I get a book from the bookshelf and start reading. I either exercise or read. If it’s the exercise day, then I might be out cycling, or running, or swimming, or whatever my body allows me to do at that point.
Then I’m back at home for the second cup of coffee for the morning, and I’m probably whipping up a brunch of sorts. After some food, and coffee, I’ll either make something or watch something. I’ll go through one of the million keyboards I have or listen on one of the million earpieces I have, and walk around the house with a chill outfit and my leather house slippers.
Then after the creative spark is over and my stomach rumbles for a late lunch, I whip something up for Clarice and myself for tea, and then we go out for something and look for the kids or something like that. Then we catch dinner with them, watch something silly on the tv, and then Clarice and I go back home to do some heavy discussion about life and all that before we sleep.
Maybe that’s not too far away from life now, but I just don’t have the chill time at all anymore. And that’s all I’m dreaming about for the future. lol.
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